Citizen Steak

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In the grocery store, checks, debits and the bottom line groove to the beat of "America at War."
Packaged people socialize.
Gold watches, Gucci and a pinch of glibness.
Rib-eye, back-side, abs and tits.
Select choice cuts. Grill flesh over open flame of near poverty, being careful to flip parties regularly.
Leave the MTV on high, prepare collegial sauce of African-American studies, feminist platitudes and suave sophistication.
Serve with a side of intellectual vegetables; Kant, Achebe or even Bloom will do.
Add a glass of iced Scotch to alleviate Marxist bitterness.
Here we have it: the perfect remedy for Hamsen's "Hunger."

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LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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Most belief systems people claim to believe in, they don't. All they do is present it lip service, for most such systems are created in a void, cut off from real humanity while proclaiming love for humanity.

LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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Most belief systems people claim to believe in, they don't. All they do is present it lip service, for most such systems are created in a void, cut off from real humanity while proclaiming love for humanity.

My Erotic TaleMy Erotic Taleover 19 years ago
clever aspect

so so true...pass the mayo...grin

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